"just because they are ahead doesn't mean that they are first, baby." - lee minho.
a collection of random stray kids one-shots by yours truly. dm me for requests!
a/n: hello, everyone! i wanna give out a few trigger warnings before you jump into this one-shot, because it's one angsty story.
firstly, this deals with the themes of death, strong negative emotions, and thoughts of suicide. please be careful if you're reading this, and if you ever need any help, please reach out to someone you trust in real life and ask for help.
also, i have no medical knowledge or anything of a sort, so please excuse me if some of the stuff in here makes no sense TT
and lastly, i wrote this story in second person, which was honestly quite weird for me. what do you guys think about it? please let me know if you prefer reading my works in first person ("sorry, i love you || hwang hyunjin"), second person ("twelve hours later || bang chan"), or third person (basically everything else i write).
i love you guys so much <3 have fun reading!
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12:00
"princess? are you okay?" chan jumped to answer his phone when he saw your name. he had tried calling you for the past hour, over and over again, but you wouldn't pick up.
you were supposed to be home an hour ago, and you were never late.
"is this mr. chan christopher bang?" someone on the other side of the phone asked, ignoring everything he had said. he had a deep and stern voice, and he was definitely not you.
chan's heart plummeted. "i— yes, that's me," he responded, his heart beating so loud he could barely heart his thoughts. he stood up from the couch in your living room— which had a direct view of your front door— and rushed to grab his coat, his phone between his ear and his shoulder.
something is wrong.
"mr. bang, it is my deepest regret to inform you this, but your wife was caught in a car crash with a drunk driver fourty-five minutes ago, and she is currently in a life-threatening position," the man said in one breath. chan shoved his feet in his shoes and grabbed his keys, panic alarms going off in his brain. "i urge you to come to asan medical centre immediately. her surgery is going to start in fifteen minutes."
"i can be there in ten minutes," he said breathlessly, locking the door to your and his apartment before jumping into the driver's seat of his car and starting the engine. "how— how is she? what happened?"
the man sighed deeply. "she was involved in a car crash with a drunk driver," he repeated patiently. "she has severe wounds and internal bleeding that are threatening to clot. she's... she's alive, for now."
"okay," he responded, trying to take deep breaths so he didn't pass out on the road and kill anyone like the fucking drunk driver almost did to his wife.
"i'll be hanging up now, mr. bang," the man said. "we'll see you—"
